with a thousand broken
promises
of blood and sweat and
travailing tears.
I am they which killed
their brothers and their sons
in countless wars
'neath shadowed night
and scorching sun.
I am they which wept
for those unreturned
and those remaining
bearing shameful burdens
and guilt and doubt.
I am they which weeps
in shame for deeds
I wish undone yet
for which I cannot atone
even at great cost.
I am they which seeks
to unmake pain and sorrow
'midst exile of my own
on foreign shores and silent
moments of isolated contemplation.
21 December 2011
©Eleanor Clark
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